Ten Hours: Chapter 1
A threat to publicly humiliate her Bull Dom gradually leads Kendra into a test of erotic and sexual endurance
10 Hours is a multi-chapter follow-up to the short story Five Hours, originally written as a First Glance story for paid subscribers.
Chapters 1 and 9 are perma-free. Ch 11 is free for at least a limited time.
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Kendra set the final tea lights on the shelves on the dining room wall, reaching and enjoying the plaid schoolgirl skirt rising to the roundness of her ass before stepping back. The soft glow covered the room in an artistic ambiance that was interrupted when her phone on the oak dining table vibrated. Kendra looked.
Darla.
She set it aside, wanting to add a few more lights and arrange the flowers that Max, her Bull Dom and Darla’s dominant husband, had sent in gratitude for her prolonged gangbang so the room oozed gentleness and sexiness.
When her husband Asher stepped through the front door, she wanted him to know immediately that he deserved a rich reward for his willingness to fulfill a fantasy of his and hers.
The buzzing phone demanded her attention. Darla had sent a series of text messages.
Wondering about coffee tomorrow morning. 11 a.m.? At Jasper’s?
We can stay for lunch, if you’d like.
Don’t want to bother you. But it’s important.
Important?
Kendra replied, Ok. 11 a.m. at Jasper’s.
Darla’s response was odd. Oh, good. Don’t say anything to Max. I’ll explain.
Why didn’t Darla want to tell Max? She hit the keys to follow-up with a question but decided to make sure the fondue, cheese, fruit and wine were arranged just right. Then the front door opened. Asher. Kendra set her phone on the far end of the table and offered him a glance with pouting lips. “Welcome.”
He looked from the front door to the soft lights in the distance. “Thanks. This is unexpected.”
Kendra sashayed her way to greet him, giving her hips an inviting circular motion. “Hopefully in a good way.” A kiss on the cheek with nibbles on Asher’s earlobe and fingers running down his chest were enough to make him drop his jacket and set his computer bag on the small table near the front door.
He grabbed Kendra, running hands down her neck, feeling lower to her ass, and pulling her tightly before using his mouth to greet hers with lips grinding and his tongue slowly sweeping over the ridges of her teeth. “Where are the kids?”
“With friends.”
He ran a hand over her hips and between her legs, feeling the fabric of her panties and the softness of her pussy. “Is this payback?” Asher’s voice was soft with his trademark humor.
Kendra tossed him a puzzled look. “I was going to say reward, but it’s much more like a thank you gift.”
It took a few days for Kendra to recover from an ultra-intense gangbang during a stretch of five hours with her Bull Dom Max and Darla as the obedient submissive, but Kendra was finally ready to give Asher what he so rightfully deserved.
Asher gripped her ass, squeezing and hugging and pressing his cock against her until he lifted her off her feet and she wrapped her legs around her husband’s waist, kissing and connecting while the fondue with accompanying fruit and cheese lay waiting on the dining table.
When her toes reached the floor, Kendra kissed along Asher’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt and kissing lower until she was on her knees, pressing her face against his cock and teasing him with her hand running up his thighs still covered in slacks and feeling toward his ass.
“Oh, God.” Asher grit his teeth, melting at Kendra’s touch.
She moved almost methodically, giving kitten-like purring murmurs and undoing his slacks, undoing his zipper and greeting his cock with the tips of her fingers and the softness of her lips.
Touch. Taste. Touch. A lick of the tongue.
Asher exhaled with his fingers running through her hair. “Fucking slut. I love it.”
“You like me being slutty?” Her voice was low while running her tongue down one side of his cock and up the other.
“Yeah.” Asher was growing wobbly.
“And being a whore?”
Asher couldn’t respond as each of Kendra’s touches and her voice hit a sexy mark deep in his psyche, turning his thoughts completely blank.
The chemistry between them followed a pattern and rhythm developed during more than a decade of marriage as Asher found himself turned on with Kendra exploring her most sexual self. She often saved herself for him but also found exploring with others like Max and Darla created an excitement that she and Asher had fantasized about for several years.
Kendra gripped the waistband of his slacks, pulled them to his ankles, helped him out of his shoes, and stood to bend over the sofa. “Take me.” She didn’t dominate him but he didn’t dominate or force her. He sought her pleasure, and she returned the gift as often as she could, like now, glancing over her shoulder, pulling her panties down, and spreading her legs and raising her ass.
Asher gripped her hips, spanked her bottom like a reflex and slid his cock up and down her butt. “You look so damned beautiful.”
“Do it.” Kendra tossed her hair and arched her back. Max had a certain power that she craved but Asher had a sensual familiarity that no one else could match.
He held on with one hand and slid his cock into her with the other, moving in slowly but deeply and sliding out. In and out. Again and again. His thrust building and packing a rhythm, reaching for her hair, grabbed for her tits and fucking harder and harder until he was slamming his hips against her ass over and over, hotter and hotter.
“Fuck, yeah,” he cried. “Fucking whore.”
Kendra growled and groaned, feeling her tits swaying and lost in an embrace that had grown so hot, so fast that they never made it to the bedroom. She had fucked several men and a woman over five hours but one-on-one intimacy and connection had an entirely different and therapeutic meaning.
She reached between her legs to stimulate her clit, touching and rubbing while Asher tempered his thrusts, pacing the fucking to avoid an instant orgasm. Wild sex and uninhibited fucking needed control. A paradox.
Asher thrust and uttered. “I’m going. Doing it.”
“Oh, yeah.” Kendra was entering her orgasmic orbit as Asher came and came hard, flailing with his hands, grabbing her hair, caressing her ass and fondling her tits.
He groaned and covered her body before sliding underneath and moving his face to her pussy, licking and pursing his lips to suck her clit and let her rock and rocket with pleasure.
“Yes.” She straddled his mouth with her thighs like a canopy or blinders letting him see nothing but her sex. She tossed her hair back and reached for her tits, pinching her nipples and massaging while Asher gripped her legs and did his best to hang on to her ass.
It all felt so good and she lay with Asher for several minutes. “Dinner has been ready,” she said in a light, sing-song tone.
“Who’s hungry now? Feasting on you is a complete meal.”
Kendra giggled, kissed her husband, and walked naked to the table. “Come join me.”
“I will, definitely.”
She dipped a strawberry in the chocolate sauce. “We got into it so fast that we forgot to play with these.”
Asher made a suggestion as he joined her. “Let’s take them to bed anyway. Who knows what will happen?”
“Mmm, good idea.”
Asher kissed her on the cheek before munching on grapes and a piece of chocolate. She happened to glance at her phone. Darla had sent another message. Another update. Oh, well. Talk tomorrow.
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